MAGIC OF HEARTS- Taegguk/Vkook

Chapter- Four

Taehyung's pov-

By the time we headed to our rooms, I found myself mentally bracing for what was coming next. Jeongguk and I hadn't exchanged more than a few words all day, and I had no reason to believe tonight would be any different. He had this wall around him, a cold aura that made it hard to approach him. I didn't know if it was intentional or if that's just how he was, but either way, I couldn't help feeling a little on edge about sharing such a close space with him.

As I stepped into the room, Jeongguk was already at his side, quietly preparing for bed. His movements were deliberate, precise, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. It was as though he was shutting out everything and everyone around him. I wondered if he was always like this, or if it was just me he didn't want to engage with.

I let out a quiet sigh as I headed to my side of the room. We had barely spoken, and now we were supposed to live together, train together, and work as a team. I didn't know how that was going to happen when he barely acknowledged my existence.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed, glancing over at him. He was already lying down, his back facing me. The room was dim, the only light coming from the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains. Everything felt quiet, too quiet. I wanted to say something-anything-to break the silence, to at least try to bridge this gap between us. But every time I thought of starting a conversation, the words got stuck in my throat.

Jeongguk didn't make it easy. His whole demeanor screamed 'stay away,' like he had no interest in interacting beyond what was necessary. And maybe he didn't. Maybe this was just how he was, someone who preferred silence and distance. But a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him, something buried beneath that cold exterior.

I wanted to ask him about his powers, about how he handled all this pressure, but I doubted he'd answer. He seemed too distant, too closed off. My mind raced with possible openings, but they all felt weak. He didn't seem like the type who'd appreciate idle chatter.

Lying back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, frustrated with myself for being so hesitant. I wasn't usually like this-shy, unsure-but something about Jeongguk threw me off balance. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes, or the way he carried himself with such quiet confidence, like he didn't need anyone.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Why am I so worried about this? I thought. We're just roommates. There's no need to force anything.

But even as I told myself that, the silence between us felt heavier. Part of me wondered if he felt it too, or if I was the only one overthinking everything.

But even as I told myself that, the silence between us felt heavier. Part of me wondered if he felt it too, or if I was the only one overthinking everything.

For now, I decided to let it go. Maybe tomorrow things would be different. Or maybe they wouldn't. Either way, I needed to be ready. We had a mission, a purpose, and whether or not Jeongguk ever opened up didn't change that.

But still... I couldn't help hoping that eventually, he might.

I woke up to the faint sound of my alarm vibrating under the pillow, the time glowing in the dark-4:25 AM. I sat up, glancing over to my side. Jeongguk was still fast asleep, his breathing steady and calm, his face unreadable even in sleep. I quietly got out of bed, grabbed my running clothes, and slipped into them without making a sound.

This was my routine. I always went for a run early in the morning. It cleared my mind, helped me focus before the day began. I stepped out of the room and headed outside. The sky was still dark, the cool morning air hitting my skin as I started jogging through the quiet surroundings.